The Faking Blues by Papa Charlie Jackson Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got plenty of whiskey, [?] on the shelf
I got plenty of whiskey, [?] on the shelf
But I get sick and tired of drinkin' to sleep by my fakin' self

[Verse 2]
Now tell me, pretty mama, tell me, please don't lie
Why don't you tell me, pretty mama, tell me, please don't lie
Can sweet papa stop by here or must I pass on by?

[Verse 3]
I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I please
I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I pleasе
That's the reason why, give my poor hеart some ease

[Verse 4]
Lord, I'm going away, mama, believe me, it 'tain't no stall
Lord, I'm going away, mama, believe me, it 'tain't no stall
'Cause I can get more women than a passenger train can haul

[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 5]
Lord, I'm going to the Nation, marry me an Indian squaw
Lord, I'm going to the Nation, marry me an Indian squaw
I'm gonna raise me a family, got me an Indian ma

[Verse 6]
I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I go
I got the fakin' blues, sing 'em anywhere I go
Say, the reason I sing 'em, my sweet mama don't love me no more

[Verse 7]
Lord, I went to the river, took a chair, babe, and sat down
Lord, I went to the river, took a chair, babe, and sat down
I thought about my fakin' jelly roll that'd come on back to town